My friend Rags always sends me these really thoughtful emails. Below is an example: The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable. A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the basement ham-shack with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time. Let me tell you about it: I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know the kind; he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling whomever he was talking with something about ...
bohh..no flush
ReplyDeletebukan lagi nada flush, kalau d check bawah lantai atu mayb piping work pun nada kali...
ReplyDeletehahaha doing business under the sun!
ReplyDeleteawu eh kirakan lubang berhias ganya tu bah. mana ada pipes or flush tu hehe
Funny caption aside, it was quite sad to see the state of what's left of Kg Sultan Lama which was ravaged in the fires a few years back. I spotted quite a few of these open air dunnies where once houses stood.
ReplyDeleteIn fact, some of the house that are still intact even had curtains and its contents still lying in them for years. Quite a depressing sight I tell ya...